Zheng Ren reminisced about the warm embrace and looked at the pretty back, his whole body was in a state of infatuation.
He was so tired that he couldn't feel anything anymore.
But every time he was forced to eat, he would doze off while eating.
This was considered a brand new skill, Zheng Ren laughed at himself.
Without more medical staff, we can only assume greater responsibilities and perform more surgeries.
This is the only thing Zheng Ren can do.
He didn't pay attention to the people at the medical office asking if he could do a live broadcast of the surgery. He just understood the literal meaning, nodded, and never remembered it again.
The warm hug was like a good medicine, dispelling the negative effects of the whole body. Zheng Ren felt energetic again, as if he was in the emergency operating room of Haicheng City No. 1 Hospital.
He felt that he could continue the surgery for several more days and nights without getting tired.
Xie Yiren went to wash his hands, Zheng Ren smiled, and unknowingly, he laughed out loud.
Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren's back with disdain as he walked to brush his hands. He really wanted to scold him, but unfortunately he was too tired and didn't have the energy.
…
In the demonstration classroom, seven or eight doctors were lying and sitting in various places.
They are all people from relevant departments who have been replaced and can take a break. No one went to the duty room to lie down and sleep. Instead, they all came to the demonstration classroom to watch the surgery.
Some people fell asleep while watching it, and were still undergoing surgery in their sleep.
Some people saw the end of thrombectomy and just closed their eyes when they saw a young and beautiful figure appear on the big screen and gave the surgeon a warm hug.
I want to whistle to express my envy. Unfortunately, he was really exhausted. The interventionalist who had just finished the operation pushed the doctor from the trauma department next to him to get some sleep.
The interventionalist was so sleepy that he could fall asleep even while sitting. But the fire of envy in my heart could not subside for a long time, and it really affected my sleep. He opened his eyes and said, "Do you know that equipment nurse?"
"I can't tell. I probably don't recognize him." The traumatologist breathed a sigh of relief and tried to cheer himself up.
"I guess she's the surgeon's girlfriend. I just saw the two hugging each other." The interventionalist was envious. He held a bottle of pure water in his hand and took a sip of water.
"..." The traumatologist became alert, "What's going on?"
"I told you, the equipment nurse went to clean the hands."
"Uh... didn't you say that people in a department are not allowed to fall in love?"
"Your operating room and the Department of Surgery are in the same department?" the interventionalist said with disdain.
Well, that makes sense.
The traumatologist sighed, why didn't he have such good luck
Soon, the hand brushing was over. On the large projection screen, Xie Yiren began to prepare surgical tools, while Zheng Ren used a marker to draw the skin edges, and then began to disinfect.
This is not the front line, nor is it Pengxi Township. All kinds of high-value consumables are available. After interventional catheter removal, there is a hemostatic plate to help stop bleeding, and there is no need to press for 15 minutes.
Nowadays, all kinds of consumables are available in unlimited quantities. Su Yun is not a child from a poor family at all. Who would use human pressure to stop the bleeding when there are useful things.
"The position is so low, can the skin edge be preserved?" The doctor in the trauma department muttered quietly.
"It's not like you haven't seen it before. You were the one who danced the hardest and was slapped the hardest in the beginning. Why are you still asking this now?" the interventionalist said, half asleep, having closed his eyes.
The voice was very low, like talking in sleep.
"I still can't understand it. It's really strange. Do you reach the limit every time?"
"After the earthquake relief, come to our intervention department and rotate for a few months, and you will understand."
"As if you understand, the level of interventional thrombectomy is enough for you to learn for a lifetime. Besides, after the earthquake relief... everyone is safe, but there are not so many injured people." The doctor from the trauma department spoke. It gradually became smaller, and he looked at the image on the large projection screen, fascinated.
When the operation began, the surgeon stretched out his hand, and a scalpel was tapped into his hand.
The skin was opened along the skin edge drawn before the operation, and the surgeon still followed his own practice and did not follow the classic surgical procedure in the textbook, tying a tourniquet in the middle of the thigh to avoid massive bleeding.
At first, many doctors were skeptical.
But…
It later turned out that the purpose was to allow the blood vessels to be opened so that the capillaries would be fully perfused, and the surgeon's level of blunt dissection was simply too high, and no parts that could cause massive bleeding were touched at all after the operation.
The tough membrane above the deep fascia is incised, and then the surgeon slaps the scalpel to the side of the leg, reaches out, and taps the hemostatic forceps to the hand.
Begin with blunt dissection of the deep fascia at locations with rich blood supply.
Although the deep fascia is very tough, the surgeon quickly separated the deep fascia and exposed the muscles, blood vessels, and nerves of the affected limb with the same technique as a chef trying to untie a cow.
At this point, the bleeding does not exceed 10ml, and the entire surgical field is so clean that it feels like a staged photo. Not to mention larger blood vessels, even capillaries are avoided intentionally or unintentionally.
The traumatologist was a little surprised. He frowned and thought carefully.
Something is wrong with the surgery! At least it was slightly different from what he had seen before. His nerves, which were dull due to being too tired, also felt a slight change in the operation.
It’s not that the surgeon is tired, it’s that the surgery was performed poorly. But... more refined and faster.
The surgery is different from usual because it looks smoother, but why does it become smoother
His eyes were looking at the large projection screen, but his mind was recalling the previous surgery.
There is nothing new in the surgery, everything is already known, except that the surgeon has the confidence to not use a tourniquet.
But…
Later, the traumatologist saw the surgeon patting the patient's leg with a hemostatic forceps. When he reached out, a pair of small pattern forceps was patted on his hand.
Textured pliers? The equipment nurse may have given me the wrong equipment.
However, the next scene left him stunned.
Another pair of blunt scissors was slapped into the surgeon's hand.
The surgeon took the pattern forceps, shook them in a simple arc in his palm, and then held the pattern forceps in a weird posture with blunt scissors in his palm, and began to free the tissue around the anterior tibial artery.
The pattern pliers are smaller and more delicate, and this kind of free hand requires more skills.
Traumatologists know that they cannot do this.
The patterned pliers and blunt scissors are constantly changing their positions, but they don’t look gorgeous, but rather simple and simple.
Under normal circumstances, two hands are needed to complete this action. However, the surgeon's left hand is holding a leather hook, and the operation is all done with one hand.
This technique has never been shown by any surgeon before.
Could it be that the operation suddenly changed from smooth to smoother because... because of the instrument nurse
A strange thought appeared in the traumatologist's mind and he couldn't get rid of it.